My stomach twisted.

Knowing someone wanted to frame you was one thing; hearing that they had followed through was something else.

“Can they trace it?” I asked.

“They’re working through appropriate channels.

Don’t speculate based on the caller ID, even if one appears.”

Then he slid a paper across the table.

It explained how I could request a protective order and access a victim advocate.

He spoke without drama, as if safety were not a prize for winning a case but a basic consideration.